descriptive beach essay

On the Beach at Last It has been nine years since my family and I have seen the beaches of Florida. I am stoked when they announce we will be going the summer of 2017. When the time comes we pack our bags, load up the car, and head to Destin Florida. The ten story building catches my eye, I know we are finally there after the twelve hour car drive we just took. The sun peeks over the square roof letting off a glow of light. I see the dark blue ocean behind the building we will be staying in for

The waves form and break in front of me, the sound of them crashing lingers in my ears . Sitting here at the beach, I feel as if the world was still and I was the only one who existed. My toes dig into the warm, golden sand and the pleasure sweeps over me. The slight breeze is twisting my hair into knots but I don’t care. Without a breeze, the beach wouldn’t be the beach. All I hear is the roaring waves crashing in front of me and the smell of salt and sand in the air. My feet hit the icy water and

As I arrive at the beach, I am greeted by a cluster of familiar faces of fellow family members. I slowly break away from the crowd and reach one particular vantage point from which I can gaze out at the lazy sea. Gently swashing against the shore and receding, the sea is a brilliant-blue blanket of comfort for the shore. The golden sand sways around as the waves gently deposit galaxies of seashells for my eyes to relish. I can see children playing in the mud, their feet devoured by where the sand

Descriptive Essay- Beach, Vacation The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload

Have you ever been to the beach? I have been to the beach once, and honestly, I wasn’t that impressed. Before I went, I looked up pictures of the beach I was going to, and it had clear, bright blue water, with perfect white sand. Plus, I was expecting to find lots of fine things, like seashells, sand dollars, and sea glass. When I first receiver the beach, I stepped out of the car, having my hopes way too high. The sand was white and fluffy at first, however, as you walked closer to the water, it

It was supposed to be an average day at Virginia Beach with my step-sister Cheyenne and her mom Michelle. I was only seven at the time, so my attention span was all over the place especially since this was my first actual vacation to the beach. We arrived at the beach around noon and decided to check into the hotel, drop off our belongings, get into our bathing suits, and walk to the beach. I was anxious to jump into the cold ocean water. As we were walking down the boardwalk, I had to check out

a glow from the fire upon us. All of us, Corbin, Charles, my Mom, my Aunt, and I, sat silently listening to a mixture of the fire, along with ocean. Knowing that the blazing sun would soon set, Corbin, Charles and I made the decision to go to the beach. The journey taken that evening led me to realize my sense of direction. Us three set out with one main objective. That main objective was to climb the rocks next to the crashing waves of the receding ocean tide. We left our chairs by the fire and

here this early, but as I ensured you earlier this will be the greatest beach day you will ever have! Niall will have the bar set up once we arrive to the destination and again if you need absolutely anything, don't hesitate to ask. Now let's load the bus and get on our way!” After nearly a two hour bus ride they finally arrive at the beach. Harry and Steve were right it was breathtaking. A small path led to a private beach that the hotel has acquired year ago. At the end of the path sat a open

little I always loved the beach. Every time my family went to the beach, which wasn’t very often, I would get super excited and couldn’t wait. My best memories of going to the beach are flying kites, finding shells, and boogie boarding. My favorite one of these to do was to boogie board. Ever since my first time, I’ve always loved it. It just adds even more thrill to the beach experience which is already great. My first memory of boogie boarding, was going to a beach in Santa Cruz with my family

The sunrise on the beach at Cocoa Beach, Florida, creates a bundle of emotions in me. My alarm goes off at 5 in the morning, but it’s still dark out like it’s midnight. There’s no noise, the town is sleeping. My dad and I leave my grandma’s African themed trailer without a sound. Riding in the car in our pajamas, we pull into a 7-Eleven gas station. The gas station is old, but is filled with positive energy. The sidewalks are cracked and the doors are rusted, but it feels like home because of how